As you read this, there are only five Saturdays left to the end of the year.
Dude, if you promised someone’s daughter a wedding in 2016, you are running out of time. And if you left a guy last year mbu you are going to get a better man to marry you, I’m sorry.
Things are not looking so good. You might as well go back and apologise, cook and spend the Christmas season getting punished for your sins – those you committed while you were away and those you might commit in the future. Now that’s a thorough punishment.
Relationships have broken up for flimsy reasons like dude failing to answer the question: “Where is this relationship going?” Many men do not have a genuine answer to that question. The smart ones will speak of taking it one day at a time. Before you know it, five years are gone!
But there are some who stick by their babes to the end. I attended a beautiful wedding of an old friend of mine walking his kyana down the aisle.
They had related for 10 years. Yes, 10 years! They met in high school, went through university, joined the jobless league, got jobs and started hustling and saving until they eventually wedded. It was an amazing story.
What makes it even more appealing is that one is a Christian and the other a Muslim. So, not only were they celebrating the love between them; they were also celebrating two families in such an awesome way.
As I munched on the cake, I took time to ponder how they made it through all those years; not to mention the good and bad times. Was she tough enough?
Did she threaten to find a better guy in his final year at university? Did she, like some girls, ask where the relationship was going three months into it? I see lots of beautiful girls enjoying all flavours of shisha every weekend while their uncool uglier colleagues are getting wedded.
She is a beautiful lady by all standards, but possibly did not let that get in her way of making choices. I feel even her ‘goat’ was still intact when they met. They could have been each other’s first.
How sweet! I was still engrossed in my thoughts until one of the maids came to give me a second serving of cake. So, I refocused on the event to the end.
As I passed through the empty Kampala streets, I could not help but wonder why my housemate felt seven years was such a long wait. But some things are better left unsaid.
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